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Chapter Five

"Really?" George's expression grew comically ecstatic.

"Yes." John breathed, suddenly dizzy.

"John?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we jump into the pool?"

The randomness of the other Beatle's request, which would usually have struck him as odd, seemed utterly innocuous. "Let's go, George." And off they went, stumbling down the stairs, dazed and disoriented.

Not caring about the weird looks everyone in the hotel gave them, they headed right into the pool and dove in without even bothering to change into swimming trunks. The two were giggling away as they splashed around in the pool and tried to swim in their dazed states.

"Those drugs have worked perfectly." A shadowy figure said with a grin. "Now for my catch!"

Heading to the pool, Yoko reached out for John to try and grab him out of the pool. "Now Johnny boy, you're going to follow me."

"Whyyy missy?.." John slurred.

"Well.. Umm.. Because I have plenty more cookies for you and I want you to have them all for yourself."

"What about my Georgie? Can cutie Georgie come too please?"

"No John I want you to come with me alone."

"Mummy told me not to go with strangers." John stuttered as he stood his ground.

"Come on now, I don't want any fussing about here." Yoko groaned. "You come with me right now or else!"

But John didn't want to leave. "Why don't you come in the pool?" he said, giving her a good-natured yank.

With a scream that shattered the glasses of the hotel bar nearby, Yoko fell into the pool and sank to the very bottom.

"If these were the Middle Ages," George slurred, "you'd be condemned."

"George!" John splashed him. "She isn't a witch! C'mon - let's help the nice lady to the top."

Floating on his back, his eyes half-closed, George ignored him.

So John took it upon himself to rescue the poor distressed damsel, propping her chivalrously on the pool's steps once he was sufficiently convinced she was alright.

"Lady," he garbled, "don't drink and swim."

Yoko glowered, upside down in a heap. "I am not drunk."

"Then why'd you fall in?" "Because you pulled me!"

"I did nothing of the sort." Looking mildly affronted, John turned away and paddled vigorously to get to George, whose head was floating dangerously close to the edge.

Unfortunately, for all the flailing his limbs were doing, he wasn't moving an inch.

"George - stop moving away," he panted, "wait for me."

Sitting on the steps, Yoko facepalmed.


"I knew I should've brought the tranquilliser gun along." she muttered, under her breath.

John had meanwhile made about ten centimetres' worth of progress. "George - slow down." he grunted.

"I don't know how Johnny, once I start I can't stop." George giggled.

John eventually did catch up with his chubby bandmate and hugged him tight.

"Did I ever mention how soft you feel?" John asked. "You're my marshmallow!"

"Aww, I like marshmallows. I'm a little marshmallow boy from candyland!"

Eventually after a few minutes the drugs have finally worn off and left the two very confused. "How did we get into the pool?"

"I dunno John, we were just eating those cookies and then we ended up here.. They must have been drugged by that crazy lady."

"You're telling me, we best stay as far away from her as possible."

George, who'd been floating perilously close to the edge of the pool, now hit his head on it.

"Eh - what's that? What's going on?" He flailed about in the water, utterly stunned.


"George - are you alright?!" Concern lacing his voice, John continued to paddle fiercely, not moving an inch.


"I'm...better than fine." George's head, miraculously, had cleared. He glanced over his shoulder at Yoko, still sitting on the steps. She looked fit to gut him. Something tells me I've ruined her plan - whatever it was.

Seeing that John was still in his trance, George quickly swam over to John (Who was still getting nowhere) and picked him up. "Lets get you back to the room Johnny."

Getting John over his shoulder, George carried him all the way back upstairs. "Those biscuits we ate must have had something in them."

"Speaking of biscuits can I have some more?"

"Not right now John. You just lay down, I think all that swimming must have tired you out."

Laying John down on the bed, George waited for the drugs to wear off on him as well.

He had scarcely slumped down into a chair when there was a knock at the door. Who could that be, I wonder?

He peered out of the spyhole on the door. His view of the hallway was obscured by a large pair of sunshades and vast quantities of straight black hair. This woman refuses to take no for an answer.

"Hello?" She knocked again. "I wanted to see if you boys had got back to your rooms safely."

"That's, er, very kind of you." George muttered. "I think we're both ok. Thanks."

She didn't move. "Would you like me to make you some tea? I make very nice tea. Very strong."

"Er..." George looked at John, passed out on the bed. "I don't know if we want any tea. Thanks for the offer, though."

Still she persisted. "How about some coffee?"

"Ummm.."

"C'mon, why are you refusing such a kind offer?"

"Well.. My friend is out and I refuse to leave the room until he's better."

"Well I can send it to your room with no problem at all and leave you to it."

George didn't respond, hoping that silence would get her to leave out of boredom.

But that wasn't the case, she continued to stand there silently as George waited. She's crazy.. He thought.

"Well? I can stand here all day but I do need an answer."

"Umm.. Uh.. I guess some tea would be nice. Just put it by the door once it's done and I'll pick it up."

Her face (or, at least, what he could see of it) immediately brightened. "Wonderful. I'll get started on it immediately. Would you like some nice cookies to go with your tea?"

What's with this lady and food?

Making his mind up to turn her down, his stomach betrayed him with a loud gurgle.

"I'll take that as a yes, shall I?"

"Er, alright." George replied, grudgingly. I'll put whatever she hands me into the bin. I'm pretty sure she drugged us and I don't want a repeat of that.

"George?" John garbled, lifting one bleary eyelid. "Who are you talking to?"

"No one. You go back to sleep,John."

"Okay." And instantly John dozed off.

That girl would do anything to get John into her place. Hopefully this is just a one off thing that would end after we get back home. George thought.

Just then another knock came at the door and he saw a tray of tea and more chocolate cookies. "That was quick.."

"I had the kettle on in case you said yes. Enjoy your tea." And with that Yoko was finally gone.

Now to get rid of these things before someone gets drugged again. I might be hungry but from now on if I want biscuits I'll make them myself.

Heading to the bathroom, George poured the tea down the sink and flushed the cookies down the toilet. "I hate seeing food go anywhere that isn't my stomach.. And speaking of food, I should get something to eat. Something that isn't drugged."

Rooting through the mini-fridge, George found...nothing.

Dammit, it's bare. How could that happen?

John moaned indistinctly in his sleep. The unmistakable sight of a flowered, feminine teacup sat on his bedside table.

She couldn't have...

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Dun dun dunnn...the plot thickens!

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